reasons for being

Little boy five years old walks by ,does what he is told, what’s that he asks passing the shop, mother rushes on and looks back, whips chains exotic costumes and you know what, mother shakes her head and shouts don’t ask, boy walks on taking it all in wondering, what was that wonders why mammy walks so fast. years later the shop is still there, why you may ask was nothing done, to preserve the young from what you ask, are we not into all that stuff and anyway it’s too late, the boy is now a teen surfs the porn, what’s wrong with that,  it’s as normal as rain for all to see. Meets a girl they get to know each other, expects her to do all sorts of thing, cause it gets him in a lather, Love matters in others not our concern, haven’t we got enough to deal with,  keeping the men on board, if he doesn’t get it tonight he’ll be surfing porn till dawn, till all he sees is blue.

the age of the individual, ask difficult questions upset the apple cart, no one stands up all afraid to ask, unlike that five years old, much change required so much pain all around. Mary is twelve like any little girl a women to be she’s a growing teen, familiar with the gaze of men, they pass her every day, she  understands the meaning of those pointed stares, the attention her older sister gets, we’ve all been there.

From the Indians of north America, and cultures all but extinct, most of them based on wisdom that used to be so succinct, progress the excuse that comes to mind, do you ever wonder where it’s all going, or are just waiting for the next opportunity to come along, probably. close your eyes and pretend it does not matter, keep on doing that your heart will be in tatters. And why did God Most High send Lord Jesus and others to visit you might ask, I suppose it’s like the flowers and the bees, we have taken for granted for so many years, a mothers meal once consumed forgotten till the next and the next. Well, there is one certainty in life, and we all know the answer to that, we’ll be worm fodder but hopefully after a long living, full stop, fortunately not. If a heaven and there is a hell, your busy living and climbing that ladder, such fine detail as love created becomes too personal, the intangible in the world, the only source of light for God most high. As we deal with the current chaotic world and the dramas being played out, the mighty number of warnings currently about, the miracle escapes as well, seems to me that time will tell the reason why we are about, or our reason for being. 

I didn't know

really.....

As every day passes the stakes get higher, the noose tightens as the days get drier, Moses had his problems too and his divine words had to go through horror after horror and even as he tried to escape the demons soon came after. Ghandi, The great writers, martin luther king, the list is centuries long, it was not if one was sent along it’s just that material living overcame spiritual necessity, who do you blame, me Asks God, free will he replies, hoping we’d all learn to get along.

Children dress in the latest style to impress, tokens as you’d say, to help them feel okay, inside the need is hidden, then they find trouble as they say, alcohol drugs sex or TV, it’s the amount they take to overcome the feelings they have to forsake, just to feel okay. And it’s been like this for years, quickened by the revelation of the digital age, now they worship brands and you all think it’s okay. Those satellites that lie overhead, could fall like stones into the deepest crevice, the stars could stop shining, the women they could stop bleeding, wars could turn to the nuclear option, the oil could run out, the banks could shut up, the food might run out, the list is long, but you’d still fight and fight, this stubborn resistance to the divine gift, and what your life is really all about. So I asked for suggestions and what we could to do to avoid total destruction and the four suggestions that came to mind, were close to impossible that I dare not print or advise them, well, I’m waiting for one great event, and the total wipe out of a portion of the human race, don’t know where or when, but it’s more closer now than then, perhaps then, we’ll be in a position to act rightly, just like before, after the damage is done, after the damage is done. Just wished you’d listened sooner I guess, but what’s done cannot be undone, in hindsight we are all that wiser, with wisdom, it should never have to be so peculiar, but when you crucified the Savior all those years ago, and the pitiful excuses and the downright false teachers that denied the truth then, like it was planned and we had no choice, easy way out to explain the ugly truth, because prophesy is not a statement of fact, it’s a warning of events to come if we continue to act like we do, for ourselves and not for everyone…You can’t say that, we’ll ….martin luther king was assasinated, John F Kennedy was assasinated, Che Guevara was executed, Joan of Arc was burnt at the stake, Gandhi was…They may fool the oppressed and the slaves everywhere, but no one fools God most high, never then before now or in the future, it’s really that simple. Acts of violence are planned, wars triggered to release emotional bonds, horrors allowed to proceed  all tools of the evil one indeed, and they think this is going to slow the descent, it’s only squeezing the life out of the universe, and it’s something we need to reverse, as soon and as quick as we can, because we are being judged this moment, we have been for many years, it started about seven years ago, I reckon we've a small window, for how long I do not know, but when the lord decides to leave and say goodbye, the horrors that will replace him, is beyond human reasoning, and with this I say goodnight, so stand up wake up and listen, it’s never too late to make amends, but it’s too late when time goes by and you still think you can move hearts by changing positions in the chamber, without changing anything at all…to be continued….

Valium Mothers

Valium mothers not so bad after all, rather than screaming and shouting and that wonderful stuff, they sit around all day smiling forever doing the washing up, they do it all for real the worry and the obscene, at the mercy of strange men who had valiums mothers themselves you see, a permanent cancer that goes from strength to strength the only way to kill it is to stop it growing up, like all those things we hold dear the pretend stuff and the rest we all forget, we never expect to be on the end of that when the rocket blows up, like valium mothers we ain’t in it for the thrill, it’s when you get the worn down feeling when you’ve had enough, not the valium that’s here to stay, it’s all the truth that they unwind when they know your down and you’re not strong enough.

Child roars it her’s you begin to relax a little more, you can stay in the present like the world don’t exist, and you don’t have to be A MOTHER, but it seldom explodes that great imagination you call hope, you took your first tab ten years ago, a month you said would be enough, but the danger sought you and piled in your fears too magnified to be forgotten cause you emptied your soul to a whole team of fears and now you can’t get enough,  once you slip into that world of now when all that matters most is the me, you start counting the days till the next prescription says need, cause you can’t survive unless those dreams remain alive and you just can’t afford to give up, for valium mothers once they get a taste of forever are impossible to stall or to beat while in the valium heat,

Men so discerning with their visions of the future and a past that don’t hold up,  if it was based on evidence this life and all that remains we’d  have been doomed soon enough, but it’s the mothers you see and valium they need to quieten things down, that are keeping the dream alive.

The Eyes of a Child

FRIDAY FEELING

sitting in the office, looking at the clock, the evening is coming and my
prospects are looking up, it's that friday feeling when you've had it with
the world and then a little sun comes up and suddenly you smile, it's nearly five o'clock, it's nearly five o'clock, what's happened all these years you've been living like a shmuck, filling in time reports working out your pay, it's what they leave on your desk, you've nothing more to say, but the pension keeps on rising the fantasies grow and grow, if you don't get it this week, it's more and more they'll pay, don't you love the friday feeling it's just never ends, like prozac or valium, once addicted you just want them little pills, cause your addicted to the friday feeling, you can suddenly put your worries down, assuming you are not one of those out of work, poor, uneducated, without health insurance, without a home, without a mind, yes, it's nice to like the friday feeling, it's just the other days too........

Tell Me More Man...

Tell me more man,

My life is in the balance,

The oceans are rising

I’m riding the titanic,

Tell me more man

There are things I

Need to know, for sure

He loves me she asks,

Can you feel my bump,

Tell me more man

My days are burning up

Water tastes so sour

I’m waiting to know,

Boy or girl,

Tell me more man

Sitting in the queue

Down like all the rest

I only seek some news

So that I may do my best

Tell me more man,

I sit nervous and full of hope

hoping its for real

the job comes with benefits

tell me more man,

blue with red stripes

I believe all the hype

They’ll do the best

I wait for the test

Tell me more man

More man had it all

The car the executive jet

He bought cheap on ebay

Like all the rest,

Tell me something new,

Tell me more man

Van Gogh's Ear

“who knows the future, he wished on the matter, regularly, thought of the positives, no more complaints to God, why didn't you answer me, why didn't you save me, no more me talk, no more taxes, no red lights to stop at, only green ones, no more confessions, they were doing his head in,  from Rome to roaming and back to Rome again, the world had come full circle, so it seemed to him.

The Romans lived beyond their means, they just couldn't keep it up, not at the expense of everyone else, empires expand so do weaknesses,  and the more  invulnerable you are, the more vulnerable you become, complacency and conceit, can you imagine a tiger becoming a pussycat, the life style change, no longer proud and powerful, no longer pushing your way around, women or men, humble pie has a new following, action will never outlive words, gets more attention sometimes, best of all, you discover that domestic violence is a new form of home entertainment, cause you can’t afford cable, or to go out anymore. Stuck in this hole with you, is it the end of world in a refugee camp, maybe, a hospice probably, in Myanmar certainly not Burma, north Korea certainly, Afghanistan if you’re a woman, depends upon the judge, and if you’re a slave you don’t really care. Some people write complete shit, some painters paint shit, and experts have problems, this ear thought van Gogh, we don’t listen half the time, maybe he was imitating the future, warning us of the road ahead. Songs had been written, anthems the clever folk call them, the IT people you know, “it” been anything others have unless its an STD, clever songs, those action songs, Neil young, Cohen, Dylan, great poets, artists and writers, the common theme, the descent of mankind, and the need for change. As if a real black man will ever be elected president of the United States, pull the other one, anyone near the top usually got shot, certainly shot at, we’ve been warned he thought supping the ends of his glass. Yet he managed to smile through it all, knew there was God, just wasn’t sure which team he played for, there being so many, so many claiming to be Good while the world spun out of control. Tomorrow never comes.